In this experiment I watch No Strings Attached while I send my morning emails and start the day’s work. My theory: this will be a terrible idea.
End experiment.
…I think I would have gone the nutritionist route. I just watched yet another food documentary, Forks Over Knives. While it told me a lot about what I already know, I discovered some things about my beloved cheese that depressed me. If I went back to school, it would be in this field because it is going to blow up…I hope.
I feel like if enough smart people changed their diets we could reverse-Idiocracy this situation. Maybe.
In this experiment I take notes as I watch Downton Abbey for the first time:
End experiment.
A good movie, also what I have been seeing non-stop since starting the super secret (going to make me painfully famous) project. Of course, some might argue that these aren’t signs, just coincidences which I’m giving more merit than necessary.
Balls to those people! It’s a SIGN!
So yesterday evening I’m grubbin’ on pizza at Masa in Echo Park, and who should walk in but the very YouTube famous chick that inspired the episode that was just drafted the day before. WEIRD, right? No, you don’t answer. You just agree with me silently on your end.
So, yeah. I’m fairly certain that this means big awesome shit is on the horizon. This, like I said, hasn’t been the only thing to happen. Mind melds, fortune cookies saying “You’re the shit and huge success is headed your way, Beautiful Lady,” and tons of other crap has been happening. MMHmmm, SEE?!
Only bummer was that I didn’t say hi to the gal in the pizza joint. I should have, but I would not have maintained the grace and general whateverness I would have wanted to express. Sigh.
This weekend was made epic by two things.
1. Seeing Fela! at the Ahmanson Theater, and getting my mind blown. Well done.
2. Sitting down for two hours and bustin’ out two episodes of the project. Sunday is the day of rest. That means the resting pace right now is two episodes. YEAH. BALLER.
It’s like a factory of badassitude up in here.
Tonight? Live music at The Echo.
This morning, in the middle of being super productive, the internet decides to give me the silent treatment. Unsure of what I could have done to anger Internet, I immediately tried to appease it by unplugging, replugging, shaking, asking nicely, walking away, walking back…nothing.
I was internet naked.
I tell you, it is a vulnerable position to be in. I stood there in the middle of my apartment stark (internet) naked and felt like at any moment someone could walk in and totally take advantage of the situation.
Yah, scary shit. Luckily, it turned back on about twenty minutes later. Just in time for me to see that Coachella had sold out in less than an hour.
It’s okay - it’s very likely that no one saw you freak out when you ran into *THE* J. Peterman in the hallway at the APA offices this morning. I mean, what are the odds that all of those suits having a fancy meeting in their glass-walled conference room saw you act like a little girl?
You know, it’s good that you still get that tingle in your tummy when you see an actor on the street, at a bar, on walk or wherever. It means that you aren’t jaded, that you’ve maintained a sense of wonder despite the transparent ugliness of what is “the business.”
When you walk down that carpet, in awe of all around you, you better freak the frack out when you accidentally spill your drink on Fey, step on the toes of Streep and drool, glassy-eyed and frozen at Clooney. Stay hopeful and carry the same heart you did when you saw Jaws for the first time, and fell in love with Hollywood.
Found some drafts of pieces I was working on long ago. A pulp story, a short little tale I wrote for my brother, a random story I remember writing while bored at work one day years ago. Reading them all now I see new ideas and tangents come into view.
My dog seems pretty proud of the work I have been doing. Well, she is either proud or bored, or hungry. You know, she might need another walk. She could also be telling me to stop looking at her with curious eyes so often. Sorry, Olive. You don’t have to be such a bitch.
Oh, my Boca sandals came today, so there’s that.
Where did today go? Don’t beat yourself up about thinking tomorrow was Thursday and sending that email to a bunch of way-too-important-people - in your defense, it certainly feels like it with the week you’ve already had.
Two writing meetings tonight - exciting stuff. Be prepared to answer and address some tough questions. Remember to think long-term and realistic. Get a schedule down. Breathe.
One of the most important things is setting a realistic pace that is productive, motivating and sustainable.
Right now a pace has been set that is extremely productive. Pages are rolling out and edits are being made in good time. What’s crucial is keeping this pace and staying productive. Writing just a few times a week isn’t going to exercise the mind and train the creative animal adequately. Stick to the goal: write everyday. And stay productive.
Getting this amount done and seeing a tangible product of your efforts is nothing short of motivating. In fact, you will feel so good about what you’ve achieved that you will be inspired to do even more!
Finally, writing 50 pages of dialog a day is an exceptional pace, but it’s also an unrealistic benchmark. You will have great days, where the words flow like wine on a Friday night. Other days, you will beat your head against a wall to find the one breath of dialog that holds the scene together. That is why you set an achievable, productive and totally sustainable goal. Avoid disappointment by treating yourself like a human being, not a machine.
You have a gift card…but you should still probably resist this dress from Anthropologie.
The mega resolution has begun.
You woke up today and felt super productive. Watched a short flick while sending out your morning emails and updating your calendar. You had a great meeting with someone about a freelance project. And, despite not having showered just yet, you look presentable! Go you!
Oh, you also noticed that you transitioned into writing to yourself. Not sure how that happened, but you did it yesterday and it felt right. Weird? Yeah. Definitely.
As like every other year, I have been trying to think of some realistic resolutions and goals to reach this year. Pending the end of the world this December 21st, I’m hoping that this year is the one where I really get shit done. No excuses.
1. Write your show.
2. Stop biting your fucking nails.
3. Hike more.
4. Bike more.
5. Read at least 2 books a month.
6. See more live music.
…Well, not in the super fancy way that Austen ladies were accomplished, but I still feel pretty dang great about how today went. I woke up, found parking after circling for 25 minutes, made some magic coffee and got to work.
Drafted out a full skeleton for the fourth episode of the “super secret famous project” and cleaned up some other loose ends as far at that goes.
Sure, that may not sound like a lot, but it felt like it. And it feels good.
Don’t be a dick. Don’t ruin this for me.
I also totally caved and went to Etsy for, like, a second. Ended up with this.
…and this too.